do i have soup in my hair?
Oct. 14th, 2020 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestNot a question one often has cause to ask, but I was reheating the slow-cooked lentil and vegetable soup for today's tea, and it gets awfully volcanic. I wonder if it's the induction hob, which means the heat is all transmitted into the saucepan at the bottom, instead of also around the sides the way a gas hob would. I thought the eruptions had approximately a metre's diameter, but it turned out there were splotches of soup about five feet away (on the floor) and it spat so high I got some on my hair. Exciting times.
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BIL is visiting this week, for Beast's birthday (on Friday). He is a very easy house guest. Sable cannot decide whether to flee his presence or tolerate him, but, to be fair, she's that way about Beast and Me as often as not.
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Although I have two knitting projects on the go, a Christmas sweater of great tastefulness, and another Bambara wrap in smoke and lavender, I have taken to producing sensory muffs in the last couple of days. They use up some of the endless supply of part-balls in my stash, plus are a great deal more mindless, because although the Bambara lace pattern is really easy, it still requires a modicum of attention, and I am at the yoke-reducing stage of the sweater, and there are snowflakes. It is all too mind-taxing.
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Now, then. Instagram. How does it work, and do I need one?
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There are hints of autumn colour here and there in the world—I noticed some when I went to Sainsburys (where they have moved everything around, so thoughtful when one is doing one's best to shop quickly)—but mostly things are still green and it is raining a great deal. I like chill, bright October days with magnificent trees, but I suppose it must be a bit early. The beech has a few flecks of yellow. The sweet chestnuts have been dispensing their spiked cannonballs in great heaps, and their leaves are turning brown. Not much sycamore colour yet. :-(
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BIL is visiting this week, for Beast's birthday (on Friday). He is a very easy house guest. Sable cannot decide whether to flee his presence or tolerate him, but, to be fair, she's that way about Beast and Me as often as not.
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Although I have two knitting projects on the go, a Christmas sweater of great tastefulness, and another Bambara wrap in smoke and lavender, I have taken to producing sensory muffs in the last couple of days. They use up some of the endless supply of part-balls in my stash, plus are a great deal more mindless, because although the Bambara lace pattern is really easy, it still requires a modicum of attention, and I am at the yoke-reducing stage of the sweater, and there are snowflakes. It is all too mind-taxing.
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Now, then. Instagram. How does it work, and do I need one?
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There are hints of autumn colour here and there in the world—I noticed some when I went to Sainsburys (where they have moved everything around, so thoughtful when one is doing one's best to shop quickly)—but mostly things are still green and it is raining a great deal. I like chill, bright October days with magnificent trees, but I suppose it must be a bit early. The beech has a few flecks of yellow. The sweet chestnuts have been dispensing their spiked cannonballs in great heaps, and their leaves are turning brown. Not much sycamore colour yet. :-(
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Date: 2020-10-27 04:15 pm (UTC)